lydyn

The Fallen One

@Rekaigan it was good, but reminding you it's your turn. ^.-

The Light of Our Oath

@Amy Lurking mostly, sorry for not saying much. ^.^ I've just been waiting. :p

The Fallen One

The former slave looked at Amelia with concern as well, but before anyone could say or do anything of note, it seemed just was just as good as before. Perhaps she was tired, Evelyn figured, and let the concern slip away gently. Though her continued comments did make her feel that much better - confirming her frustration with their apparent bond wasn't really a fun thing for the woman to hear, though Ellie's response made her feel more welcomed, even though she wasn't entirely sure she would want to be a squire. She didn't really know how to fight, at least that she knew of, however something in the back of her mind made her doubt her own thoughts.

Further into their reply, it did make Evelyn feel a bit relieved that Amelia had no judgement on the matter and smiled slightly, as if confirming it even more so without any spoken words. However when Eliie came back with teases over Evelyn fancying either of them, she started to feel her cheeks grow warm again. She hadn't specifically thought of that, but the thought was planted in her head now, and she started to wonder if she might actually come to like them at some point or at least one of them. They were both women she viewed in positive ways - Amelia seemed affectionate and was the first to pick up on some of her moods, but Ellie then seemed more protective and a bit more aware of what Evelyn might be thinking. Of course, neither of them really knew her, so it was silly to expect anything of them at this point.

"Uhh..." she started to reply with a shy grin, even though it had only been a tease from Ellie. "You two do seem really nice..." She didn't really say anything, letting them take whatever they wanted from that sentence, not being a solid confirmation of anything but not really a denial either. At this point, they had reached the library though and she looked exactingly at both of them, though more so towards Ellie since it was her library.

The Fallen One

Hehe, okay, well posted!~

The Fallen One

Evelyn blushed lightly and stared at Amelia for a brief moment. 'Cute?' She couldn't honestly remember the last time she had been called that and it made her feel really good, though she felt she was far from innocent. Perhaps naive in ideals, but she knew how the world was and still is. Regardless, the Dragoon's grin made her blush a tad more, unsure of why she was smiling so widely at her.

As Ellie spoke then, she thought, 'military structure?' She paused for a moment, though only mentally as they all walked towards the library. She had never been anywhere military-like, but as she looked around, it almost seemed comfortable in a strange way. It was only in the sense that nothing seemed faked - at the mansion with her Lord, it had been lined with flowers, paintings, vases, and all manner of things that spoke of a wealthy and happy home, but it had never been truly happy. Besides the servants having little freedoms, it was well known among the household the children had be very unhappy, their son almost killing himself a few times. The wife and husband never slept in the same bed and it was rumored that the Lord often lay with the male servants, but no one really talked about that. It was darkness and secrets and fear wrapped in a pretty-looking bow.

Her focus shifted between them as the knight spoke of accepting Amelia into the fold, feeling a slight tinge - she felt a bit left out. After the giantess claimed they'd get to know one another, she spoke up, although in a tone that seemed noticeably more confident than before. "I'll be honest.. um.. I'm not always sure what to say and... it's even harder, because you two seem to.. have all this rapport. Like you two just click. I mean, it's.. kind of nice.. I mean..." She went quiet for a moment, biting her lip in thought. "Especially if you two like other women like I do.. but.. anyways.." She just shrugged then and avoided eye contact as causally as she could manage.

The Fallen One

@Rekaigan I was thinking northern mountains, but southern desert wastelands works too!~

The Seven Elementos

E L L I S E C A L L A N

As the woman greeted her, the blade master looked up to find her company, but wasn't terribly pleased by the woman's attitude - casting aside and uncaring much for her looks. While Ellise smiled politely and reached up to gently shake the noble's hand, she was internally displeased in the manner she was addressed, as if because she was not of noble origin herself that she was somehow lesser. Ellise really did hate that look, the icy coldness of arrogance. She normally didn't have time for these silly political games and dances of subtle stabs and whispered notions, but seeing as she was stuck at this location until the big reveal, she had no choice if she didn't want to make a scene. The amusing part though was that the noble had no idea how 'formidable' a blade master was, for truly only another master of the sword or any other weapon could really overpower one. She wasn't here to brag or show off though.

"Well, maybe not as formidable as you think, Lady Serkan." Again, Ellise didn't like flaunting her skill and would prefer to keep her true level of mastery as hidden as possible. "My name is Ellise Callan..." She then paused, letting go of the noble's hand and glancing around. "But please have a seat." The warrior gestured to the spot next to her and smiled politely again, no matter how amazing Akalda thought she was. "Don't figure you might have a guess as to why we've been summoned, m'lady?" she inquired, perhaps in a more educated tone than most other warriors - she was part scholar, after all. As she listened, her eyes glazed over the rest of the patrons, noticing a clear divide between class and commoners. She could only try and empathize with the others that felt out of place, at least more out of place than Ellise was herself, and mentally sigh towards those that were ignorant to the reality of this town.

Starless

Elowen approached the glowing book, it's surface shining like a piece of amber-colored silver in the morning sun, making the words a tad difficult to read. However the words, "Novissah guides and aids those who require it, and curses the unworthy with ignorance," brought some measure of thoughtfulness to the knight's mind. At first, she simply stared and pondered upon it's existence, but eventually placed her hand on it's warm cover to see attempt turning it's pages. However before she knew it, her senses were overwhelmed by darkness that seemed to shift and move, like snakes in a pitch dark room. For a moment, it reminded her of her death and she tensed, wondering if she had made the wrong move and found it's embrace once more.

She didn't though and instead found herself back in the halls of Novissah, the book still sitting calmly beneath the palm of her hand, but everything was so different. The place was alive with light and flame from the recently dead deity was crackling in the distance, but not all was calm. Elowen found herself in the middle of a conflict, a battle, right here in the halls as priests in robes and paladins in armor created a human wall against some of the most terrifying things she had yet to see. They were as if some sort of demon, twisted spires upon their shoulders, and heads contorted into helmet looking visages, while their skin was like ash though it turned away even the most beautifully crafted blade. Neither did the demons nor the clergy or knights seem to notice her presence as she watched with narrowed and examining eyes.

Elowen was jarred from her focus as an apprentice ran into her with haste and past her, another following his steps, fear in their eyes. It was no wonder for one of the demon had managed to get past and was hunting them down for the liquid vial they held close to their chest. Quickly without hesitation, the White Knight pulled her dagger and jumped into the demon's way, surprising it as if she appeared from nowhere. She drew her dagger and stabbed it's tip against it's flesh, though the normal steel refused to pierce the creature's skin. It roared in anger, but Elowen wasted no time as she focused the energies of divine magic into the dagger, making it erupt with power. The dagger slipped into it's torso as she stared it right in the eyes with a fiery glare. Activating her 'Moon Flash,' she blew the beast apart with such a force that it cracked the stone beneath it's feet, making it dissipate like ash-colored smoke. Whatever it was, it had not expected her nor had it expected her able to focus magic in such a way.

That's when the rest of the room seemed to become aware of her, the two apprentices quickly slipping through a magical portal and disappearing, and some of the paladins staring at her like she was some sort of savior. Silently, one of the paladins that seemed dressed in armor that was etched with golden designs, tossed her his blade. She caught it with god-like reflexes and twirled it so the tip faced towards the sky, ready to show these creatures what it meant to face her Sword Rune's might. As if being called from a distance though, she felt a tug in her chest and then a flash of bright light, blinding her. Rubbing her eyes as they adjusted, she found herself once again in the present - the light was devoid, the flame cold, and the halls destroyed. One thing still remained though, her blade in hand which hummed unusually with an almost sing-song pitch to it.

She didn't have time to truly examine it though, to see if it was magic, or what sort of magic it held - not right now, and instead slipped it into an age-old sheath still on the temple's floor. Her eyes turned around towards where the apprentices had disappeared into to and briskly walked to the wall, placing her hand against it's surface. It was solid, unlike what she had seen, but she knew there was a room beyond it still. She blinked passed it and found herself staring at a small stone room, two skeletons, and a glowing iridescent liquid vial. 'Amazing,' she thought. 'It lasted all this time.' Wrapping her fingers around it, it even felt warm to the touch, she quickly stowed it away in a small pouch.

She phased again to stand in front of the book, pursing her lips curiously. How had the book survived all this time, she wondered, even against the onslaught of those demon knights. Powerful magic indeed must've been protecting it all this time and even more so to have escaped the vision of whatever slayed the gods. Elowen wondered though, what the liquid was for and where she should head next. She slide a finger across it's surface once more, hoping perhaps that it was guide her to where she was needed most... if not, her best bet was to find the largest beacon of civilization - the capital.

Notes

Basically, feel free to send me wherever you think she needs to go. I figure the book might give her that last bit of information. That or she'll just appear at the gates of the capital. Either way, you can assume in your next post she teleports to wherever you send her, so you have something to write. ^.^ Also, feel free to determine the properties of the new shiny sword she got - or if it has any at all. The blade belonged to a Paladin Commander of Novissah, if that makes any difference.

The Fallen One

Evelyn might enjoy kisses more, but y'know, candies work too! ;P
Also bed time for Lydyn, so good night you two. ^.^

The Fallen One

Evelyn is going to have candies!? :D